I didn’t realize how difficult it would be to relive this journey again from the beginning.  I visualized every second of every day from September 8^th to November 21, 2022, and I can still feel his hand on my cheek saying, “Mom I am going to die” then making me promise to take his ashes all over the world. I don’t think he meant for me to leave them. That is the choice I made on my own and continue to keep my promise with the help of many people to this day. As of today, he is in Japan again and in August he leaves for Africa. I will continue until there are no more ashes. When the wind blows, I hope there are pieces of him touching me and everyone that loved him too.